Chapter 5
Paul was sweeping the pump house of the swimming pool. The whir of the big electric motors bounced off the concrete floor and walls, echoed from the ceiling, seemed to focus on him. His entire body throbbed with the sound. Mingled with the scent of hot oil and electricity was the tang of chlorine, and the smell of damp concrete. The shaft of light that spilled across the floor from the open door was bright white in comparison to the yellow glow from the tired bulb in the ceiling. On the control panel red lights gleamed, indicating which pumps were on, which valves were open. Just as Paul swept the pile of dirt across the bright patch of sunlight, a series of shadows flickered across the door-lithe, slender shapes that made him look up quickly.
"Hello, Paul," someone called. The girl's voice seemed to float above the waves of sound from the heavy machinery.
Paul shielded his eyes against the glare from the doorway, tried to see who was silhouetted in the rectangle of light. "Oh, hi, Tara." The girl stepped out of the bright light with a graceful, lazy motion. She seemed to vanish as she moved into the dimness of the pump house. "What are you doing?"
"Sweeping."
"I thought maybe he was making love to that silly old broom," another voice snickered.
"Guys don't make love with broom handles," a third voice noted dryly.
"Girls do"
"Ginger, is that you?" he asked, still squinting against the glare.
"And Jan."
Paul leaned on the broom handle. "You know you're not supposed to be around here. Where are you all, anyway? I can't see you." The blinding rectangle of sunlight narrowed, and then vanished. The heavy door boomed closed. Paul blinked in the sudden dimness, then saw a lithe, small form spinning the big locking wheel on the door. The door was required because of the tanks of compressed chlorine gas stored along one wall. It was tight enough to contain any accidental leak of poisonous gas in the pump room. The door and frame were salvage from a submarine. "That better?" Tara asked.
Paul made a face. "You three better get out of here. You get caught in here, you could really get in trouble."
"No one saw us come in," Ginger noted with a toss of her head. Her sandy blonde hair was cut short. Her two-piece suit left most of her torso exposed. She was fourteen, and had little in the way of a figure. "Nobody knows we're here," Tara went on, catching Paul's eye. Nora Shuster's daughter was fourteen, had thick black hair, and the beginnings of the same dramatic figure her mother had. It was provocatively confined in a too-small bathing suit.
"Why, anything in the world could happen in here, and no one would ever find out about it," Jan observed. She was the smallest and the youngest of the three girls-only thirteen. She was wearing a nylon tank suit that clung suggestively to her budding figure.
"Just anything," Ginger purred, leaning back against one wall. She began rubbing her lean, bare stomach lazily.
"Now wait a minute," Paul protested nervously. They were just kids! Ginger, the one who had made a pass at him before Connie left, was the oldest.
Tara walked slowly and sexily around the pump room, her body moving with studied, seductive grace. "We thought that with Connie gone all of a week now, you might be getting kind of... ah; lonely." The sight of her reminded Paul of the fantastic session in Mrs. Shuster's locker. His cock swelled and throbbed. He was sweating more than the lack of ventilation in the pump room could explain. "Hot" Jan complained. "Hate the feeling of cloth against my skin. Even a bathing suit."
Paul watched, his mouth suddenly dry, as the thirteen-year-old eased the straps of her tank suit off her shoulders. She pushed the suit down her body slowly, exposing the swell of her budding tits to his shocked gaze. Her nipples were a pale, pale pink-sharp little points in the center of her equally pale-pink areolas. Her tits were little more than pale-white swellings. Her hands slid down her body as she pushed her suit down around her hips, then lower, and lower, gradually exposing the flawless expanse of her tummy, until Paul thought it was going to go on forever. Then there was a swelling, and the top of a dark slit, and rounded, hairless cunt lips. With deliberate carelessness, Jan slid the suit down her sleek, graceful legs, and stepped out of it.
"Ahhh, that's better," she sighed, stroking her hands down her body. Then she crossed her arms and began fondling her tits and rolling her head sensuously.
"Jesus!" Paul yelped. "Put that back on!"
"What's the matter, Paul?" Ginger asked. "Hasn't Connie let you see what she's got? Why put up with her when this is available?" She reached behind herself and the top of her suit fell loose. She let it drop down to reveal her smoothly rounded tits. They were capped with dark, conical nipples. "And this," she went on, sliding the bottom of her suit down her long legs. Her cunt had a few fine, curling blonde hairs, full lips, and an inviting crevice.
Paul's cock was hammering in his jock strap. He was almost doubled over from the pain. Tara didn't say a thing, but he looked at her anyway, knowing that she was going to be next.
She was. In seconds, she was as nude as her two friends. Of the three, her figure was the most developed. Her tits were the fullest-but not full or heavy enough to crease on their undersides. Her hips flared the most, and her cunt had the most hair-a thick, tight black patch low on her pale-white tummy.
"Now let's see what he's got," Ginger suggested, moving slowly toward him. "Now wait a second!" Paul protested, desperately trying to fend them off with the broom. It was yanked out of his hands and sent clattering across the hard floor.
He was overwhelmed by the girls' fragrant, lithe, smooth, demanding bodies. His arms were captured, and the backs of his hands were nuzzled into warm, moist cunts. They hugged him against their slender bodies, held him immobilized. He tried to kick Ginger when she reached for his suit, but she deftly dodged away, and tugged the bowknot loose. Then she was dragging his suit down, and his cock leapt free as it was liberated from the confining jock strap. His feet were jerked out from under him for a moment as she yanked his suit off, then threw it aside. Only Jan's and Tara' tight grip kept him from sprawling on his back on the hard concrete. "Yum!" Ginger exclaimed at the sight of his throbbing cock. "Looks good enough to eat!"
"Why don't you try it?" Tara asked. "I'm sure there'll be enough to go around."
Paul had the feeling he was going out of his mind. He was being held by two naked girls, and his hands were nestled in their cunts. One of them didn't even have any pubic hair. A third nude, pubescent girl knelt in front of him. Her fingers touched his prick, and her mouth closed around his cockhead. He thought he was going to cum right then, right into her sucking mouth. He felt his prick throb and seep hot juice onto her darting tongue.
"Yum!" Ginger purred, spitting his prick out. "Is he ever ready!" Paul shook his head, trying to deny her statement. It wasn't easy. He had never gotten so hot and so hard so fast in his life. He looked down as Ginger stretched out on the hard, smooth concrete floor. She squirmed sinuously on the slippery slab. Her hands toyed with her round tits, squeezed and pressed the soft mounds. Her nipples peeped out from between her fingers. Her legs shifted and writhed, and her cunt beckoned to him. His prick swelled until it ached with need.
"Come on," Ginger whispered, sliding one hand down to her cunt. She spread her pussy lips, exposed the glittering pink heart of her cunt. Paul could see everything from the dark pucker of her asshole, to the glistening pearl of her clitoris. She probed a finger into her cunt and languidly finger-fucked herself, right there in front of him. "Think how it'll feel to have your cock in there," Ginger purred "It'll be tight, and hot, and wet, and you'll rub and rub and rub inside there until you cum and pump me full of that wonderful stuff of yours. Wonderful, thick, creamy cum."
Paul's cock drooled a long, glistening strand of excitement. All he could see was that hot, pink, inviting hole in Ginger's fourteen-year-old crotch. His balls throbbed with need. Jesus! The girl was begging for it, really begging for it. How much control did she think he had? Ginger stirred her finger in her dripping cunt, and Paul's resistance broke. He lurched against the two girls restraining him. Ginger saw him struggling and grinned. "Let him go," she ordered hoarsely.
Her face was shining with lust.
Paul dropped to his knees on the hard, oily floor. He leaned forward over her, bracing himself with one hand, grasping his cock with the other. Looking down, he aimed his cock into the gaping crevice of her cunt, nuzzled the head of his prick into her pussy, and then fell forward onto her, ramming his cock into her tight hole with brutal force. Ginger let out a yowl that made the hair on the back of his neck rise, and for a moment he thought he had misjudged and hurt her terribly. Then she was clutching his ass, dragging him hard into her, and he relaxed, and mashed her flat on the unyielding concrete. The cunt wrapped around his cock was unbelievably tight and hot. "Oh, wow!" Jan exclaimed breathlessly. She was on her knees, her blue eyes wide as she stared at Paul nestled between Ginger's gaping, slender, tanned thighs.
"Go to it" Tara urged from the other side. She was watching just as avidly.
"Hope he'll have some left for us," Jan said wistfully.
"He's got plenty," Ginger groaned from beneath him. "Come on, fuck me!" Paul fucked her, his reservations shattered by the overwhelming wantonness of the three young girls. He raped the girl under him, drawing his cock out and slamming it into her. The walls of her cunt blazed past his cock with every stroke. His pubic bone smashed down on hers, mangling her cunt without mercy. The shock of his thrusts jolted through her and she was actually sliding along the slick floor. He had to squirm after her in order to maintain his deep penetration. His knees felt raw and bruised from being scraped along the hard cement.
The girl under him accepted every one of his slamming thrusts eagerly. She clawed at his back as he rammed into her again and again. Her hips wriggled and heaved under him in opposition to his drives. She was grunting and groaning. Her breath jolted out of her sharply each time he slammed into her tight cunt.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed. "Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!" Her voice rose to a pitch that rivaled the whine of the pumps all around them. Paul tried to power his cock completely through her as his balls erupted explosively. Pleasure ripped up through him like a dull knife blade, spurting his pent-up load of cum deep into her young body. His asscheeks convulsed and jerked, adding their force to his pumping and driving. He was wrung dry and fell limply on top of Ginger's lean body. He felt her mint spasming around his cock as he fought to catch his breath. Then his prick was shrinking and retreating from her dripping depths.
"Oh, man!" Tara exclaimed.
"Me next, me next!" Jan said frantically, tugging on Paul's shoulder.
"Respect your elders," Tara snorted, shoving the younger girl away.
"You'll get your turn. We'll have to get him up for it again anyway."
"Get him off me," Ginger pleaded softly. "He's crushing me!"
"You didn't mind before," Tara pointed out.
"Yeah, well I had other things on my mind then," Ginger retorted, pushing on Paul, trying to dislodge him.
Paul was exhausted. He wasn't even sure he was fully conscious. All the bottled-up lust of the past week had erupted all at once. He had been unbelievably stimulated. Never had he had an orgasmn such as that one. He let Tara drag him off Ginger, then sprawled on his back, his drained prick drooling a strand of cum across one of his thighs. "Aww, you used him all up," Jan said sourly.
"Don't worry," Tara reassured her. "You just need to know the tricks it takes to revive a man."
Paul felt fingers pick up his numbed cock and begin to fondle it. They squeezed it, tugged on it. Opening his eyes, he looked down as Tara was kneeling beside him. Her body was very slender and graceful as she sat on her heels. Her back was very straight.
"Oh, you're alive are you?" Jan chided when she noticed his eyes were open. Well, how about getting it up again for Tara and me, huh?" "He doesn't have any control over that," Tan explained. "Don't you know that? He just needs a little rest, and a little of the right stimulation and he'll come to life."
"Well, stimulate him then," Jan complained. "We haven't got all day!"
"Mind your manners," Tara growled. "Let's see what this does." As Paul watched, she lowered her head and engulfed his limp, sticky cock with her warm, wet mouth. He thought of how Tara's mother had sucked his cock, and felt his prick rise slightly.
"Ahhh," Tara purred, detecting the movement. "See? All it takes is the right stimulation."
"So stimulate him," Jan urged impatiently. "Gee whiz!" "Gladly," Tara answered, shifting to straddle Paul's legs with hers. She nestled her soft, warm ass down on his legs, then leaned forward and took his prick in her mouth again. Her tits pressed on his thighs. He could feel the hard knots of her nipples digging into his flesh. She curled herself sensuously around his legs as she licked and sucked his cock. "I got an idea," Jan announced. "Okay if I get something for me?" Tara lifted off his prick long enough to answer. "As long as it doesn't interfere with me, it's okay. But I get the next fuck. Understand?" "I understand," Jan answered acidly. Standing up, she stepped across Paul and stood over him, her crotch gaping over his face. She looked down at him, her hands on her slender hips. Then she lowered herself, hunkering her firm ass down onto his chest.
Paul looked up at her warily. She was the youngest of the three and the craziest from what he had seen. She was just beginning to mature. She was close to being flat-cheated, but her tits were definitely developing. Her body was just beginning to fill out. She was tiny, weighed less than ninety pounds, maybe only eighty.
"Lunch time," she chirped, sliding her ass up his chest, moving her hairless cunt toward his chin.
"Hey," Tara said, stopping her sucking. "What are you doing? He's getting hot as a pistol down here."
"Just offering him a nice warm meal," Jan answered. "Guess he likes the idea. Who'd have thought he'd know about eating pussy?" "Sure as hell didn't learn it from Connie, Ginger snorted. "That girl doesn't even know what her cunt is for."
"I don't care where he learned it, so long as he does it," Jan retorted. "Come on, Paul, eat me. Try it, you'll like it!" She shoved her cunt onto his face.
Paul flinched away.
"You better eat," Jan snapped, "or I'll pee on your face." Paul had no doubt that she meant exactly what she said. He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out. He was barely able to touch her heated cunt lips with the tip. His neck started to ache from the strain of holding his head up.
"Here, I'll be your pillow," Ginger offered, easing one thigh under his head.
"Lick deep," Jan ordered, moving further up onto his face. She pressed her soft, moist cunt down over his mouth and squirmed it around. Her cuntal juices smeared his chin and nose. He probed into her slippery nest with his tongue, and was engulfed in the taste and smell of her pussy. When he drilled deep into her cunt, she sighed with pleasure. He wiggled his tongue deep in her slick tunnel, and felt his cock being engulfed by Tara's sucking mouth, stroked by her tongue. His lust boiled upward. The knowledge that his pillow, Ginger, was watching the action closely increased his blazing excitement.
Paul's cock was throbbing. It was fully erect now. Tara's warm mouth pressed around his steaming prick. She stroked the underside of his cock with her velvety tongue, setting fire to the nerve patch just behind the head. His prostate was cramped with desire and his entire groin was on fire. But, because he had just cum, he knew it was going to take a long time for him to climax.
It was the craziest scene imaginable. He didn't have to do anything but lie there on his back on the floor, his mouth working in a hairless young cunt. His body was a raging fire of sexual pleasure. Rolling his eyes to one side, he studied the girl he had just tucked. Moving his eyes back to the front he looked up the slender torso of the girl he was eating out. A third warm, soft, female body was cuddling his legs while a mouth worked on his prick with polished skill.
The cum was gathering in his balls in an unbelievable quantity. It felt like a mammoth pool of hot lava deep in his guts. He wasn't going to cum for a long, long time. But when he did cum, it was going to be an eruption of unbelievable power.
The mouth was withdrawn from his cock and he lurched involuntarily in response to the abandonment.
"What are you doing down there?" Jan complained.
"Going to get fucked," Tara panted. "I think he's ready now."
"Eat!" Jan ordered, squirming her bald cunt on his face. Paul ate. He felt Tara easing her way up his legs as her satiny skin brushed his hairy thighs.
He swept his tongue the length of Jan's slippery slit, rasping it over her clitoris, feeling the little button wriggle away. Remembering how he bad driven Mrs. Shuster mad, he sought Jan's nerve pearl and caught it between his lips. He sucked on it, and Jan wailed softly. "Oooooo, golly!" she moaned. "That's it, that's it!" She quivered and wriggled. Her hands on her hips, she sat up very straight on his face. Her little pink nipples looked like tiny berries on the hills of her budding tits.
Tan's knees were straddling Paul's hips now. He felt her fingers on his prick, which made it hard for him to concentrate on what he was doing to Jan's clitoris. Then the head of his cock nuzzled into a hot, wet opening. He felt like he was being torn in two directions. He sucked on the hot bud of Jan's cunt as he felt his cock being slowly swallowed by Tara's cunt. Unable to get a firm grip on Jan's clitoris, Paul kept letting it slip through his lips and then sucking it back in. Finally, keeping a hard suction on the mini-cock, he succeeded in rasping it with his tongue, and felt Jan quiver. The little thirteen-year-old girl went stiff, and shivered as if she were receiving an electric shock. Paul's cock was suddenly totally enveloped in Tara's cunt. She let out a deep moan of pleasure as she settled down firmly on him. She remained still for a moment. Then, carefully, she shifted her hips, stirring his cock in her cunt gently. The rippled walls of her pussy stroked Paul's cock, and he felt a searing trickle of fluid work its way up his tight channel and spill into her hole.
He continued to batter Jan's clit. He pinched it out as if spitting out a watermelon seed, then sucked it back in. In and out, in and out. Every time it slithered through his lips, he saw the muscles of Jan's belly squirm with excitement. His face was being flooded with her cuntal juices. Every time he drew her clit in he also drew in a little of her fluids.
Tara began to fuck herself on his cock, lifting slowly up, and then letting herself down quickly. His prick drilled up into her tight cunt, and pulsed as if it were going to blast its load into her right away. Something bumped Paul's head, and he stopped sucking on Jan's clit. Ginger bent her free leg and moved it out to the side. She was fondling her cunt as she watched. Her nipples were hard and erect. Paul felt like a sex god. He was bringing off two girls-one with his mouth, and one with his cock. And a third was watching. He was so hot it was starting to hurt. There was an agonizing ache in his groin from the prolonged stimulation. His muscles and glands had held themselves tensed and ready for so long, they were starting to cramp. He redoubled his efforts on Jan's clit, hoping to bring her off quickly so he could concentrate on firing his hot load into Tara's pumping cunt. "Awwww!" Jan howled, pouring unexpectedly copious waves of cuntal juices over his jaw. He continued battering her clitoris with his lips and tongue. She clutched his head and hauled his face hard up into her crotch, bruising his lips on the unyielding arch of her pubic bone. A pair of hands snaked around Jan from behind, and closed on her almost nonexistent tits. Paul realized with a jolt that Tara was leaning forward and hugging the younger girl. And Tara was also pumping herself on him harder and harder and harder. He was getting very close to having an incredible orgasm!
Jan leaned back against Tara, and writhed ecstatically. Her tiny torso arched gracefully as she lifted her chest up against the clutching hands, and kept her cunt jammed down firmly on Paul's face. The sight of her straining body sent Paul's lust over the top. His glands erupted and he heaved his hips up against Tara. He slammed his cock straight up into her mint, splitting her on his prick. His prostate throbbed and fired. Thickened by the long wait, the gobs of jism felt like hard pellets as they shot the length of his prick. His asscheeks knotted as he geysered into Tara's clutching cunt. He felt her cuntal walls spasming around his jetting cock as she came. Cock and cunt, working together, pulsing and clenching, stimulated each other to still greater heights.
Paul's pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Adding to the stimulation was the fact that Tara's cunt wasn't quite big enough to accommodate the full length of his erect, spouting cock. The head of his cock was jammed against the end of her tunnel. The yielding membranes were stretched over the head of his cock tightly, making it hard for the cum to get out of his prick. The resulting back pressure made his muscles work harder. If it hadn't felt so incredibly good, he would probably have worried about bursting something inside.
As it was, he was overwhelmed by carnal pleasure. He gaped at the cruel, harsh way Tara handled Jan's tits. The older girl was clawing Jan's soft flesh, leaving red welts on the pale mounds of breast tissue. But Jan was obviously enjoying the brutal treatment. She was wriggling ecstatically in Tara's grasp, while still squirming her cunt on Paul's face. The flood from her pussy was decreasing. It was evident that her orgasm was fading. Paul was still dragging at her clit with his mouth. Releasing that nerve bundle, he lowered his aim and crammed his tongue into her mint, lapping up her fluids, trying to trigger another flood. It wasn't any use. His own orgasm was fading, and so was Tara's. Jan's was already gone. His groin gave one final heavy pump, held tight, and then slowly relaxed to a dull ache. Tara's cunt squeezed his cock one last time before it started to relax. It was evident that Jan and Tara were holding each other up. Tara's face appeared over the younger girl's shoulder, and Jan let her head fall back onto Tara's shoulder. Paul could see Jan's ribs heaving as she caught her breath. Her stomach was pulled taut and flat. He could see a little tremor in her muscles there, a delicate fluttering under the soft skin. "Uh," Tara grunted, lifting herself off Paul's cock. Jan leaned forward and eased her crotch off his face and straddled his chest. Paul's cock fell against his belly. It was wet and sticky with cum. "Far-fucking-out!" Ginger observed. "Connie doesn't know what she's missing, does she?"
Paul nodded weakly. His throat was dry, making it hard to talk. He licked his lips and tasted Jan's cuntal juices on them. "Yes she does," he croaked.
"She does?"
"Senior prom," Paul explained. "We spent the night on the golf course." "Well, I'll be damned," Ginger marveled. "Connie, the professional virgin, scores on the course. Who would've thought it? And now, she's there, with all those college guys. And you're here, with us. And who knows what might happen?"
Paul remained silent. There was a hard knot of fear down deep in his guts. He sure as hell hadn't been faithful to Connie. How could he expect her to be faithful to him?
The uncomfortable train of thought was broken by Jan climbing off his face. Her wet cunt left a trail on his chest. She glanced down at his groin and gave a chirp of surprise.
"Hey, you guys, he's still hard!"
"I'll be damned," Tara marveled. "I could have sworn I used him all up."
Paul was just as amazed as they were as he became aware of his hard-on. After the last orgasm, his second in less than half an hour, he could have sworn he'd be drained for the next week. Obviously, he wasn't. Evidently the stimulation from Tara's mouth and eating Jan's cunt had been so great that one cum wasn't going to be enough.
"Boy, is he big!" Jan observed breathlessly. "And he's all mine now."
"Think you're big enough to take him?" Ginger asked acidly. "You just watch me," Jan retorted. "You just watch me take him. Boy, oh boy, oh boy! Am I going to enjoy this!"
"Don't hurt yourself," Tara cautioned. "You're kind of small you know." "I stretch," Jan answered as she mounted Paul. His head still on Ginger's thigh, Paul looked down to where Jan was straddling him. Her cunt was an elongated pink flower in her pale slit. Her nakedness seemed greater because of the total lack of hair on her pussy. It made the bulk of his cock look all the more brutal and intimidating. It looked like he was too big for her.
"Better grease him up a bit," Ginger suggested. "He's still wet from Tara," Jan observed, picking his hard-on up. Easing herself down, she wedged the monster head of his cock into the heart of her cunt.
Paul felt as if his shaft would split her wide open. He clenched his teeth and tried to will his aching hard-on away. The sight of Jan poised over throbbing cock made that impossible.
She gripped his shaft with both hands, and squirmed down on it very slowly. The pressure made the inner folds of her cunt flame momentarily, and then pale as they were stretched by his bulk. It was like watching a ritual suicide. She slowly drove herself down on his fully erect cock. She shuddered as it slowly bored up into her body. Her eyes slitted with concentration, her mouth gaping, she eased herself down in a series of jerks. Her little nipples got harder and harder as she wedged his monster cock up into her cunt.
Paul's balls were in high gear, grinding out cum. The grasp of Jan's cunt was tighter than anything he had ever felt. The friction was so great that the skin of his cock was wrinkling visibly. There was an exquisite tugging sensation on the nerve patch of his cock, a sensation that triggered a steaming flow of fluid from his glands. The load of cum his body was preparing was going to be the biggest yet.
Whether his orgasm would hold off or not was a question. He had been in a state of continual sexual arousal for what seemed like hours. He had been surrounded by three teenage girls in all their naked glory. Even though he had already cum twice, he knew his third climax was not far off. And the incredible tightness of the cunt slowly being worked down onto his cock made his orgasm draw still closer.
"I'm getting it," Jan moaned. "I'm getting it! Every bit of it. You'll see. I'm not the little runt you think I am."
"I never said you were a runt," Tara said quietly.
"Me either," Ginger said.
"Yeah, but you've always thought it," Jan said. "Little tag-a-long brat, that's what you thought.
"Well, I'm not so little, and I'll prove it. I'm big where it counts.
Between the legs."
She was, too. She had half of Paul's cock drilled into her cunt, and was taking the rest of it quickly now. Her pussy was flooding from the stimulation. Glistening trickles of juices flowed down the visible portion of Paul's cock and disappeared into his pubic bush. The wrinkles created by her tight cunt squirmed up into her body. It was an incredible sensation.
Jan wriggled down farther on him, got three-fourths of his cock into her body. "He's touching bottom," she whispered. "Ah; Ah; Ah; Ah!" With each sharp exclamation, she dropped a fraction of an inch more. A final long sigh came as she settled down on him completely. The head of his cock was rammed against the end of her cunt, stretching her to the breaking point.
"Oooohh, golly, golly, golly!" Jan wheezed. "If I move, I'm going to cum!" Paul's cock throbbed at the edge of a climax, then stopped. "If you so much as twitch," he grunted, "so will I."
Jan grinned at him impishly. "Well then, shall we?" She lifted up. He could see her cuntal flesh tugging slightly from the friction. "You ready?" she asked, pausing with just the bulbous head of his cock in her seething cunt.
Paul nodded, tensing up his groin muscles.
She came down on him. She did it slowly and steadily, not quickly or sharply. The friction was a match on a short fuse. His balls began to pump and pulse before Jan had taken half of his cock. Her cunt began spasming around his cock as soon as the first searing wad of jism had erupted from it. They both came as she lowered herself on his cock. His prick pulsed and spurted as she drove herself down on him. When she finished the descent, the head of his huge cock was thrust against the end of her hole, and he was near the end of his orgasm. His cock gave a few final pulses, and then the throbbing died to a quivering, then an ache, and finally he began to lose his hard-on. As his hard-on faded quickly and he withdrew from her, her cunt clamped closed. She actually squeezed thick creamy cum out of her body. His cock squirted free of her tight hole, and a pearly wave spilled into his pubic hair as she lifted of his prick.
Jan exhaled noisily, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time, and lay forward on him. She was light as a feather. Paul cuddled her against his strong chest.
"I hate to break up such a tender scene," Tara interrupted, "but we better get our tails out of here before someone comes looking for him or us." Paul sat up as the three girls scrambled to their feet. There was a flurry of activity as they got their suits back on. Paul tried desperately to look at all three of them at once, to treat himself to one last look at their naked bodies. In a few minutes they were dressed, and gone. Paul got to his feet, locked the door, and picked up his suit and jock strap. His foot skidded on a pool of cum. Handling them very gently, he covered his aching cock and balls, tucked them in. Then he resumed sweeping. He spread the cum into a long dark smear on the concrete floor.